30 January 2015

I can't do what ten people tell me to do, So I guess I'll remain the same.

Sherlock has texted me to inform me he really NEEDS a pet owl, and even if we won't let him have one, he'll get one when he's older.

So...there we go. I wasn't even sure how to respond. Except obviously he actually texts me using John's phone, so when my message 'Right. Do what you like once you move out.' appeared on the screen I think John thought he'd missed half an argument or something! I got a very questioning text back...

...just realised I started writing this many hours ago, and never continued. Stuff came up.

One of my officers fell down the stairs while searching a house this morning...Bruised ego luckily seems to be the worst of his injuries.

I feel like I've been in meetings forever recently. Not why I became a police officer!!

Mycroft's back with us this weekend. He is currently being regaled with tales of guinea pigs. Lucky that was last weekend - I'm not sure we could have coped with the dogs in the mix as well! The pigs would have made a nice mouthful for them...

Not sure what we're going to do with ourselves.

I heard a good quote which makes me think of Mycroft the other day - "The night hides the world, but reveals the universe."

And have you heard they're going to move Dippy in the National History Museum?? Unbelievable! Going to replace him with a blue whale. Which I'm sure will be spectacular, but... Dippy... (Mycroft has shaken his head and said he can't believe people have given it a nickname.)

They re-created Winston Churchill's Funeral today, on the river. Would've been interesting to see. I think the river police led the boats out - they get all the best jobs! Maybe I should apply for a transfer.

Poor John, a very confusing text to receive I'm sure, score one for the owls. ;)

It's white over out just as I'm going to bed so I'm going to cheer now because I'm sure by morning when I would actually have a chance to go out in it it will be gone. :§ Hope you get some there, Sherlock.

Becca! Glad you escaped tearing up your ankle. That would have been just the cherry on the effing sundae, yes? Saw on the other blog you've been shopping and MRI-ing. Hope they find out something helpful. And not too scary. I also hope that you got to buy clothes you liked, that were better than just "appropriate!"

Too warm for snow here, but plenty of rain. I cleaned and did yard work with great steadiness all day and am pretty sure I'll sleep the sleep of the just. Hope so, anyway.

I've met people who I believe are truly evil - honestly not a decent bone in their body. Many of them have killed someone. Some of them have killed more than one person. They have done horrible things to good people. And I've never wanted to see them dead - never wanted to end their lives. Although I'll admit I wouldn't have shed a tear if it had happened, either.

And yet there are people - kids, many of them - out there, who will kill each other over being looked at the wrong way. Over broken property. Over being in the wrong road, or wearing the wrong clothes... it staggers me.

... I...well, I don't entirely agree. I certainly can't fathom rating human life so cheap as to kill casually, and I've never hated someone I've met enough to want them dead. But if the only way I could see to stop someone killing (me or someone else) was to kill them, I would do it if I could, and I do not think I would regret it.

I think that's different RR. You still wouldn't want them dead, I assume - or, I should say, if I was in that position, I wouldn't want to kill them. I would want them to be incapacitated to the point they posed no further risk of harm. If they ended up dead, like I said, there are people I wouldn't shed a tear for, but I wouldn't have wanted to kill them. My intention going into such a situation would never be to end their life, although I admit it could be the outcome, regardless of that original intention.

Well, kind of. I know I'd never want to kill anyone, so I know I'd never go into that situation intending their death. But then I've also been trained to have to make the right decision every time in sudden, violent, situations... which is obviously impossible, but probably does give officers a slight advantage over people who aren't in those kinds of situations on a regular basis.

It's not quite 4 in the morning here, but I'm having a spell of positional vertigo so I can't lie down, and I've been wandering around. I just looked out the window and there's a thick blanket of snow out there, and not a snow plow or salt truck in sight. It's quite lovely--but only because I don't have to try to get to work in the morning, I work from home!

(Somehow I feel the need to apologize to Sherlock for having snow. I'm sorry, Sherlock, it's by no wish of mine! If wishing worked, you'd have it ALL.)

Sherlock just needs to live somewhere else... I bet the moors have been pretty snowy too. Although i don't fancy a run around on a moor with hidden snow-covered bogs. London just isn't any good for snow!

Well, we´ve got snwo, too, Sherlock, just over the Channel. It´s rather wet, perfect for making snowmen and enabling lorrys to close entire roads by standing diagonally to the road. I was happily able to work from home today - just hope there´ll be no new snow... it´s already 10-15 cm! More than enough for me, I`m afraid. I´d be sending the snow back to you if I were able.

Those photos are beautiful, Ella! (I bet the cat won't go walking in that, though, leash or no leash. :)) It's not pretty here any more; we've had plows and cars and sleet, and it's an icy, slushy, snowy mess out there.

THERE was SNOW. And Lestrade and I went out before he went to work and to the park and loads of it hadn't even been touched by anyone yet but it was only just a tiny bit but enough to make everything white where people hadn't walked on it and I hope we get more now.

And John said we were bonkers when we got back inside because he was still in bed.

I'm glad you got snow Sherlock and that you were able to sneak out in it before everyone else :-). We have some, just enough to make snowballs to throw at each other on the school run, but it's made everywhere look very pretty :-)

I'm so glad you got some snow, Sherlock--I hope it was a harbinger of more. And how lovely that Lestrade and you got out to see it while it was still beautiful and white and there! (It was really good of him to go out so early so you could.)

I'm pretty sure the word John started to say wasn't 'bonkers'...but another, questioning our parentage, not our sanity. And all because he wouldn't go out to the snow, so we brought some in to him... Kind, i call it. He called me something quite different...

Sal showed me a post from one of her neices' on FaceBook. It says 'Being gay is like being left handed - some people are, most people aren't, no one knows why.'... so what happened to John, my lefty husband? He's clearly just a very rare and precious thing... (and yes, before anyone asks, I am aiming to be back in the good books before bedtime tonight ;) )

nice pix of the snow! I have not gone out with my camera yet, and by now I would need snowshoes to do so. on top of the 6-8" we got last week, we have at least another foot. Might get more later on, but I'm hoping tomorrow and Friday night at least will stay clear.an event about Superb Owls would be much more interesting. I would pay attention to something like that. ;)S

We just have to remind Sherlock that we're very very boring, whereas school is full of new interesting things to learn about.

Lovely moon tonight. I wish it would snow. It's so beautiful when there's moonlight on the snow. I was biking back home from London around on Christmas or new year and it had snowed. I just had t stop, and walk through the fields, where it was untouched. Nearly died of hypothermia, but it was worth it. ;)

The image of moonlight on snow fields takes me right back to grad school--Ithaca gets lots of lake effect snow from the Finger Lakes, and walking across campus on clear moonlit nights...yeah, very bright, bright enough to read by, but nothing like daylight. Magical. Thank you for calling up that memory!

Have a good day, John and L! (We were supposed to have more snow last night and today, but happily we had the same kind of snow you had--just flakes floating around and leaving no trace, and only for a short while.)

...I hope none of you live in Wiltshire. Sounds like a crime-wave is going on down there. An officer just tweeted he has to find out why a blanket keeps being removed from a horse, and why a chalk mark has appeared on a pavement...WHOA! Lock up your husbands! And your horses! And lock your blankets onto your horses! Or your husbands to your horses!

Yeah - got another distraction, too... Mycroft has volunteered to look after Sherlock at the start of half term, in his words 'If you and John want to go somewhere for St. Valentine's day'.... this is a generous offer I think we need to take up, as very soon I'm sure Mycroft will find himself far too busy on that particular night to play babysitter ;) (even if only busy explaining to people it's a ridiculous, over-hyped construct) So....what to do? Where to go?

That is an amazing offer and really can't be missed. Somewhere quiet and secluded, where you can do exactly what you want when you want would be my suggestion, you're both so busy fitting to a timetables most of the time!

There's a little place, about 3 hours ride away, who happen to have a vacancy... it's a 1940s airfield, and you stay in the control tower, which is completely refurbished in authentic 1940s decor. It was a Bomber Command squadron in the war. And it's by the coast...where there are seals.

L, you are always surprising, and Mycroft is again a gem. I am on a New Mexico/South Texas road trip with a friend, there are two real action items attached but mostly just sightseeing. It is fabulous, but after only 3 days (of 7!) I am about ready for a quiet afternoon to just sit and quietly process.

Woke up this morning face to face with Maf. John had disappeared. Some searching discovered him completely under the duvet, head and all, fast asleep.

I always like the fnug bunched up around my shoulders/back, with my feet sticking out. John likes to be warmer than the sun, if possible, so I guess he'd gone burrowing, leaving me to be greeted by fish-breath instead of my husband's beautiful face when I awoke.

That's why it's so good of you to stay with Mycroft, Sherlock, and let John and Lestrade have some time together, just the two of them. Just as it's very considerate of Mycroft to think of it and to offer.

Unless you've never seen a bumhole before, or have any idea what one may even look like, the link really won't shock you! There is a video of him actually making one...but you'd have to go digging for that ;)

So, you'd know, would you, that one would have to go digging for the video? (I am carefully not wondering what one might have googled to get there, especially if shopping for a valentine present.) You entertain me vastly sometimes, L., and for that I thank-you.

I actually found the video on another site, first, which then led me to this guy's actual website. It was a young lady having her ...self cast though, so I didn't watch it. Not really my area of interest. And it only mentioned that he cast chocolates here, not light up ones!

I've got two officers off with stress - nothing wrong with that, except it leaves the rest of us more stressed! Sometimes it feels like the whole department is a very very frail house of cards waiting to fall down.

I've been out and about, running errands all over. We're expected to get more precipitation tomorrow (erm, yes, snow) followed by a deep freeze--temps in the 7F to 3F range at night, low teens during the day, well below freezing--and that's not something I want to be out in any longer than I absolutely have to be. Brrrrr!

I guess because she fits on Johns head she feels like she ought to fit into my helmet? Is that cat logic? Regardless, i'll be offering her John's helmet next time. I'm still finding her fur on everything, even though I vacuumed out my helmet yesterday.

Got a tow out of town on the back of some politician or minor royal under police escort clearing the way for us. Stopped in Cambridge for a coffee and stretch our legs. Never know, might be seeing more of this place depending on Mycroft 's choices.

I am back from my little road trip. High point: stargazing (no telescope) in the Davis Mountains (of south Texas.) It was the first time in a long, long, time I've been somewhere high/clear/dark enough to see the Milky Way. Stunning and exhilarating.

I am curious as to what kind of amazing 1940s airbase + very green + bathroom + get-away-weekend adds up to. I hope you two and the two at home all have a great weekend.fA

I have an idea where you might be, Lestrade. I might have spread tar on a roof in a conservation effort there sometime in my previous life. The potato trucks are indeed quite frustrating, though sometimes they'll be nice and pull over to let the mile-long queue of cars behind them go. Hope your weekend's a great one!

Mmm, delicious pancakes for tea. Anyone else indulging? My lot all have various toppings, sweet & savoury, but it has to be sugar & lemon for me. Once again my other half takes the title of best tosser. ;)

Sherlock: I want pancakes!Me: You can't just eat pancakes for the rest of your life. It's not healthy.Sherlock: So I could, then I'd get unhealthy and then I'd die but I'd STILL have eaten them for the rest of my life.

Ah, much like blowing instruments. Not really something you can pick up automatically, even though you'd think it's not much different from things you've been doing all your life. But then comes the time for the performance, and if you haven't been practicing to get it just right, you'll quickly lose your audience.